not meant to be

A few weeks ago, I posted about the robin laying her eggs.  Later, a photo of the mama robin sitting on her nest. Something has happened.  She stopped sitting on the nest a while back, and there have been no little peeping...

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robin’s gift

Pulling weeds on my knees, collecting rocks and concrete pieces from the not-yet-a-garden, sweeping front stairs and drive, trimming daffodil stems, weeding rockery garden:  two hours and twenty minutes Land-mine patrol poop...

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